A group of cultivators cautiously walked into the Spiral Top Grand Theater, for fear that a trap would suddenly pop up in the aisle or something. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info To be honest, this group of old antiques was still trying to attack with brute force, but they didn't even rub off a piece of the wall skin. If it weren't for the fact that the newcomers who had started cultivating in the last twenty years still had some common sense, I am afraid that this group of old immortals would never have thought of entering the arena for the rest of their lives.

Of course, no one knows whether this is luck or misfortune, but they themselves are quite happy.

There are more than 1,000 cultivators who came to District 11 this time, and it can be said that they are truly pouring out. They even brought the guards of the mountain gate and the miscellaneous ones into the battlefield, and the mountain gate or something was even thrown away directly.

Those who have the Holy Grail live, and those who lose the Holy Grail die, this is a clear thing. Others will never give them a way to live, because they themselves think so.

The aisle wasn't too long, and it didn't take long to reach the rear. As the saying goes, being old and not dying is a thief, and of course the old thieves who have lived for hundreds or thousands of years will not take risks in person, and the task of exploring the path and wading through the mines has naturally fallen to the useless juniors.

The group of cannon fodder who were either in the foundation building period or the qi training period walked into the door in fear, holding tightly the magic weapon or charm used to save their lives in their hands. These people have tried their best to imagine the situation behind the gate, such as poking their heads into senior sisters, stretching out their hands, and turning into Yang Guo throwing his knees and only going to the main city to be a guard.

However, the reality is always so unexpected.

"This, this is?"

The cannon fodder who walked out of the gate were so stunned that they almost didn't stick their eyes out. Nima's where is the battlefield danger of Longtan Tiger's Den, this is clearly a concert!

Or his meow's fan concert to idols!

What the hell is going on? We're not here to play!

Fortunately, they are not some professional spit service who has resigned and returned to their hometown to get married, and after a brief period of consternation, they finally remembered their tragic mission as cannon fodder.

"Concert? What is it? The antiques looked at each other. I can't find anything like it when I search through my memory.

You have to understand, they have been busy cultivating immortals all their lives, where do they have time to care about those new things that have nothing to do with improving their strength. And I can't say what a concert is, after all, I am humble and powerful, and my words are not convincing.

For example, aliens suddenly say that they want to occupy the earth one day, and you, as the protagonist, finally reach the enemy's lair after many hardships and dangers, and wait for a bomb to send them to the western sky. Let's ignore the question of why an alien race with transgalactic combat capabilities would be sent back to their hometown by homemade bombs. Let's talk about what happened after that.

What do you think when you walk into the lobby of an alien mothership and find that instead of sharpening their knives and preparing for war, they are gathering in a group to break dance?

"This is a trap!" An old man said it conclusively - the same is true of the protagonist carrying the improvised bomb.

The cultivators were discussing quite fiercely there, but a certain fox was already waiting a little impatiently.

The emerald green light suddenly lit up in the hallway, and the next moment it teleported everyone into the theater. The 1,000-odd people didn't make much of a splash in the venue, because the Dawn Orchestra had separated the area from a huge open space early. Specially designed to let a certain fox pit people.

Where have the old antiques who are used to hearing the guzheng flute ever heard the guitar bass, and to be honest, they didn't jump up and shout "What is this?" "It's already pretty good. Of course, they also have their own way of understanding.

"Fellow Daoists, cover your ears, don't listen to this beautiful sound!" An old man who didn't know which faction he belonged to shouted hoarsely.

In fact, his shouting was completely superfluous, the old thieves had already sacrificed their talisman weapons before they started to teleport, and they couldn't see what they looked like. At best, it's called combat experience. To put it mildly, it is greedy for life and afraid of death.

"Welcome, are you going to listen to the last piece of music in your life before you die, or do you want to die directly?" A girl with nine golden fox tails, fluffy diamond-shaped fox ears, and long pink hair looked at the cultivators with a smile, her tone and voice as if she was greeting an old friend, and even the murderous aura did not overflow in the slightest.

"People advise you to just die. so as not to disturb the Dawn Orchestra and other audiences. ”

"Hmph, just rely on your nine-tailed demon fox?" Anyone who has a little insight recognizes the other party's true body. I couldn't help but show a look of disdain on my face. They have slain countless demons in their lives, and many of them naturally sound like crazy and cool ancient demons. You must know that if you want to refine the best magic weapons and pills, you can't lack the corresponding materials, and the demon clan, especially the ancient demons, are treasures all over their bodies, and they are undoubtedly the best prey.

"Huh? District? The nine-tailed fox blinked and pursed his rosy lips slightly, "People are so powerful, is it just a mere one?" ”

"Today, all the cultivators of the Three Sects of One Sword, Two Mountains and Three Sects are all gathered here, and there are as many as seven masters of the Guangguang Tribulation Period, how can they be afraid of your little demon?" An old man with a good face sneered coldly.

"Are you from Kunlun?" The nine-tailed fox asked, tilting his head.

"Demon, this real person will let you die to understand. Remember, I am the Supreme Elder of Kunlun Mountain, Dao Xuan Zhenren! The old man looked up proudly, as if the name would scare a vote to death.

"Oh-" The nine-tailed fox dragged out his voice and continued, "I don't even know people, it seems that Kunlun is also in decline." Hawkers, it's probably a cultivator after Qin, and it's normal not to know others. ”

She shrugged her shoulders and pointed to the other six Tribulation Stage cultivators who were trying to shrink herself behind the others to eliminate their sense of existence, still grinning, "You can ask them who they are." ”

"Demons, don't be fooled...... Fellow Daoists, what are you? The old man of Kunlun wanted to continue to mock, but he saw a strange thing that was enough to make his jaw fall to the ground.

"It's planted, it's planted, it's really planted today!" The short and fat old man in Shushan had white lips, and his eyes revealed unconcealable despair. He cultivated in the Spring and Autumn Period, became famous in the Warring States, and was even one of the royal warlocks of the Great Qin Empire. So he recognized at a glance who the nine-tailed sky fox in front of him was, and he wouldn't forget that demon turned to ashes!

"Sudaji...... You're not dead? The long-bearded old man took a deep breath, barely suppressed the panic in his heart, and asked in a deep voice.

"Ah, people don't remember knowing you."

"I was a nobody back then, how could I get into your eyes."

"It's useless to say nice things, right?" The nine-tailed fox wagged its tail, and the commercial smile remained unchanged. But her next sentence made everyone fall into an ice cave, crying and crying out to escape from this place of death.

"Haven't you noticed...... Has his body been ground into minced meat by other people's Zhuxian Sword Array? (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to M. to read. )

ps: (There is a colleague surnamed Long in this meow ~ It's a pity that it's a sister ~)